Single parents dating other single parents

09 Nov

And, in the back of my mind I did consider he might grace the place with his presence. As Tim and I were finishing our trendy plates, in saunters Adonis with a beautiful lady who seemed conspicuously dressed in the previous night’s date-dress. Now, that may sound like a nightmare, since I’ve been involved with Adonis recently, but actually, it’s ok. Maybe it was even unfair for me to pop into ‘his’ cafe on his street on a Saturday morning? Not to stop and talk and get things tangled up in introductions or conversations–ick, nobody needs quite that level of complication. Maybe he’s found his strength, and is playing to it. It almost seems like there is something about the Centaur that’s meant to get me SO flustered that I eventually give up, stop overthinking, and stop trying to control my reality. He popped up beside me and we had fun like we’d never had before. How totally just right for my newly single Mama Bear self!

We went thrifting and Tim started crafting his nefarious Halloween costume plans with our thrift store booty! Also, does it mean something if a man I’ve been casually dating lately with wants to watch the once-in-a-lifetime in our region solar eclipse with me? I’m not sure I’m cool with the conclusions he might draw if I took him up on his invitation–might infringe on my single self. It’s time for another round of dating horror stories: I am getting over being sick and only out with this dude due to boredom. When a guy launches into a speech on the first date “I’m almost too nice. He asked me to hold off for a few more minutes so he could better groom his magnificent self. Maybe overly smooth, but Adonis has got game, I’ll give him that. I was touched that he’d share this part of his life with me.

By that time, I was pretty convinced that I am a captivating princess witch who can fly, and who should always and forever be treated, toasted and entertained with no less passion, skill and beauty than I had been that night. Today, it’s the process of planning vacations that sets me off (I know, I’m pretty lucky if this is the type of thing that gets me upset). Tim has his two middle-school aged cousins in town this week, and life is good.

Any argument or thought to the contrary was pure delusion! They are so cute together, cracking each other up all day, developing inside jokes and having fun.

Back at his apartment, there was just enough red wine and good lighting to make me feel like a goddess. He played guitar; he sang songs I didn’t know, too, with a gusto that gave me a feeling of permission to wildly express myself in this little world we were creating. We went outside and played in the pouring rain like toddlers. We had incredible conversations about philosophy, work, jealousy, and more. Anyways, thanks readers, for doing what you do, and letting me tell you my dream date story. I promise, I’ll get it out of my system so we can get back to interesting and fun things tomorrow.

At a few points, he’d thrust a harmonica or a violin at me to solo (both of which I happened to used to love to play a million years ago when I was in high school). He serenaded me in candlelight, a song he’d written on his guitar. But today, I had that ‘cry in the car’ kind of day, and each of my friends and siblings have done their patient duty of listening to me prattle this already month, and now it’s your turn, dear readers.